in a fist of light
we gather our bones
shaking cobwebs of manner
and grace
from our sleep swept eyes-
this too shall pass
as we enter the day
thecourseofourseasons
Observations from the Garden
in a fist of light
we gather our bones
shaking cobwebs of manner
and grace
from our sleep swept eyes-
this too shall pass
as we enter the day
thecourseofourseasons 
Wonderful mood–I miss seeing you at dVerse!
Thanks, Victoria – just haven’t been writing consistently enough to join in and have fallen a little out of interest in prompts. Caring for my Mom full time since June – tho that time is fast coming to a close. Thanks for dropping in – I always appreciate it.
I especially like the sleep swept eyes!
wonderful! “a fist of light” is such a great description!